User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-39940417-20190924075253/@comment-39940417-20190925062027

With a pitiful gulp, Deathear shrunk backwards, tail between his legs. "I didn't mean anythin', Wrackfur... Et were jest a joke... Fergive me, Wrackfer me ole' mukker..."

Other vermin jeered at the cowardly ocelot. Then their jeering was brought up short as a tall, dashing mongoose approached, eyes narrowed.

"What, may I ask, is going on here? Wrackfur, Deathear, come with me."